My post should be read as a paragraph rather than as two disjointed statements. Statement one is the topic sentence and statement two is the explication. I will not do you the disservice of assuming you need further explanation, but I did reproduce the discussion for you below so you have the full context. In any event, Vox, who was the subject (not you), understood perfectly so your service as foil receives full marks.

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Originally Posted by voxsartoria

I do not know enough about FNB's background to say anything, but I think that I know enough about Manton and mafoofan to say that each represent one type of social force...meritocracy... that has helped to speed the old forms to oblivion. . . . - B

You can be so naive, sometimes (which, to prove that I have read this thread, is not the same thing as dense.) From the summit, the men toiling in the valley and the men living on the flanks look equally tiny, and there is nothing to distinguish one from the other.

"Dear, is that a Foof?" [hands over binoculars] "Hmmm...big head...resplendent plumage...I think you've finally spotted one, dear." "I'll check it off in the book." [takes back binoculars] "Oh my...what is that big, lanky one doing with the large rabbit?" [hands over binoculars again] "I don't know, but it looks ugly. The rabbit is also a bit odd...it appears to be wearing a waistcoat with...rabbits on it. Is that in our book?" "Oh, here they are...they're in the New Yorker chapter, in the section on exotic, infiltrating fauna. Apparently, the tall one's native range is the Pacific coast." [scans edge of forest] "Oh, there's that Kunkle again. With the sun out, it's head really gleams." "What's he doing?" "Need I say?" [laughs] "He must do that five times a day." "At least." "Oh, here comes dopey." "Come on in, D. Here's an extra set of binocs. One lump or two?" - B

"Dear, is that a Foof?" [hands over binoculars] "Hmmm...big head...resplendent plumage...I think you've finally spotted one, dear." "I'll check it off in the book." [takes back binoculars] "Oh my...what is that big, lanky one doing with the large rabbit?" [hands over binoculars again] "I don't know, but it looks ugly. The rabbit is also a bit odd...it appears to be wearing a waistcoat with...rabbits on it. Is that in our book?" "Oh, here they are...they're in the New Yorker chapter, in the section on exotic, infiltrating fauna. Apparently, the tall one's native range is the Pacific coast." [scans edge of forest] "Oh, there's that Kunkle again. With the sun out, it's head really gleams." "What's he doing?" "Need I say?" [laughs] "He must do that five times a day." "At least." "Oh, here comes dopey." "Come on in, D. Here's an extra set of binocs. One lump or two?" - B

I have a friend whose wife's family claim to own central park. Apparently, there was some issue with how the land was appropriated. Or maybe it was a dispute over who owned it at the time the park was built. He told me all this over lunch and I wasn't really listening. They weren't getting it back.